martial arts accelerator

Chapter 160 The Strange Master
He Xingjian bowed politely, and immediately got up and asked, "Master, what is the name of our sect? How many people are there? Is it powerful?"

After asking three questions in a row, Zhang Yong quickly changed the subject.

"As an apprentice, shouldn't you declare your family name first? Are there any rules?"

The name of the sect. The name of the sect.
The brain is running at high speed.

"I am from Hexi, Jingguo. My family runs a small business. I am 15 years old. Do you have anything else to ask?"

All in one go, without the slightest pause.

Only then did Zhang Yong react.

"Now, tell me who you learned your martial arts from?"

"A Taoist priest from the mountains near my home."

"Then the Taoist priest saw that you had some qualifications, so he taught you martial arts? Can you come up with something new?"

Zhang Yong was a little overwhelmed.

"How do you know? Was xiangshu so magical that day?"

The question made Zhang Yong feel a little irritated.

"so!"

He suddenly thought of a good way to delay time.

"Show me the exercises you have learned."

He Xingjian's face was full of confusion: "Is this necessary to get started?"

"I have to see if you've gone astray in your inner strength training."

It sounded reasonable, so He Xingjian opened his posture and performed a set of punches.

Zhang Yong began to screen quickly.

Wu-Tang Clan?Shaolin sect?No no no, I'm not going out again.

Shenshui Palace?Yihua Palace?Not to mention, I'm not a woman.

"Master, I'm done punching."

Zhang Yong was shocked: "Ah? So fast?"

He Xingjian asked excitedly: "How is it? Is there anything wrong with my Tiangang Beidouquan?"

Zhang Yong clapped his hands fiercely.

"Our sect is called Jingwu Sect, yes, it's called Jingwu Sect!"

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the fields were completely silent.

Zhang Yong was not aware of the strange atmosphere at all, and asked happily: "How is it? Does it sound okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, but why do I feel that you just thought about it temporarily?"

Zhang Yong's eyes glanced around, confirming this speculation even more.

He Xingjian sighed: "If you don't have a name, just think about it more. The one you chose is a bit too ostentatious."

"Ah? Is there any?"

The young man slapped his forehead and began to wonder if his decision was a little too hasty.

Zhang Yong also realized that his dignity was seriously threatened and coughed lightly.

"Okay, it's time for the playfulness to end, let me talk about your boxing skills first."

The best way to establish an image is naturally to show strength.

Zhang Yong decisively sacrificed the most proficient Wang Baquan.

He Xingjian glanced at it casually, but couldn't move away anymore.

I saw Zhang Yong standing there loosely, exuding an indescribable mysterious aura around him.

"The art of boxing emphasizes that there is no trick to win, and there is a trick to get the meaning and forget the shape."

The fist moves according to the sound, and the stance is extended.

It looks a bit disorganized, but just the soundless punching force can make people understand that there is a lot to it.

It's obviously the posture of a hooligan, but he has the bearing of a master of a generation.

"There is no trick to win?"

He Xingjian's eyes became brighter.

Zhang Yong's body is like a swimming dragon, with his fists wrapping around the world, a set of unruly fists, if he advances, he will be thunderous, and if he retreats, there will be no traces to be found.

The young man stared dumbfounded.

"That's great."

Zhang Yong only showed one finger technique before, and He Xingjian also knew that his inner strength state was very terrifying, but he did not expect that this ordinary boxing technique could turn decay into magic in his hands.

"how?"

Zhang Yong had already closed the ceremony, and when he saw the boy's appearance, he asked proudly.

He Xingjian looked excited: "Can I learn this?"

Zhang Yong thought about the scene where He Xingjian used Wang Baquan to hammer each other, it was really unsightly, so he hurriedly corrected him.

"I've told you all of it. Get the meaning and forget the shape. Where is your usual cleverness? You tell me your boxing formulas, and I will show you the truth."

He Xingjian did not doubt that he was there and told him all the formulas of his boxing techniques.

Yo, this boxing style is not bad.

Zhang Yong saw Tiangang Beidou Fist, which originally required fifty points of chivalry, but he didn't expect that it was a boxing technique that was not inferior to Da Ri Zhen Jue.

Fortunately, he was suppressed to the point of fifteen points by the supreme King Ba Fist.

Zhang Yong casually added this boxing technique to the realm of entering the room.

"Look, as long as you understand the true meaning, you can learn other boxing techniques as well."

After saying that, he punched Tiangang Beidou again.

He Xingjian was immediately convinced when he saw the fist technique in the opponent's hands that seemed to have been practiced for years and refined over thousands of times.

Zhang Yong then talked about his own understanding of this set of boxing techniques, as well as the loopholes in He Xingjian's boxing techniques, every word and every sentence, penetrating into it, which is no less than that of the Taoist priest who taught him at the beginning.

The repeated demonstrations made the young man a little dizzy, but who knew that Zhang Yong would say something else right after.

"Actually, internal strength boxing and so on are not the strengths of a teacher."

"Master, I already know that you are very powerful."

He Xingjian felt that the impact was too strong and he needed to slow down.

Zhang Yong ignored him and then ordered: "Teach me your Qinggong skills."

Qinggong, which is also at the top of the Xuan level, has been suppressed by Turning Breath Thousand Miles to the point where it only requires two points of chivalry.

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Yong directly promoted this ginseng merchant to Dacheng.

On the top of the mountain, the figure flickered.

He Xingjian looked at the lightness kung fu displayed by the other party, and sighed that there are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people.

This master looks ordinary, and sometimes silly. I didn't expect that he has such profound attainments in boxing, internal strength and light skills. If you pick one at random, you have never seen anyone who can reach this level.

I am often praised for my talent and understanding, but now it seems that I really don't know how high the world is.

After Zhang Yong proudly demonstrated his lightness kung fu, he felt that he had regained his previous image, and he didn't know about the shock in his apprentice's heart.

Of course, this act was not entirely motivated. After all, it cost a thousand points of chivalry, and Zhang Yong was too late to feel distressed.

This was done more for the purpose of accepting He Xingjian as an apprentice in a legitimate way.

Not just in name, but also recognized by the system.

The system has been unresponsive since He Xingjian became a disciple just now. Considering that accepting a disciple requires covering the martial arts, Zhang Yong had no choice but to learn all the opponent's boxing techniques and light kung fu.

Finally, after raising the level of Tiangang Beidouquan, he received the reminder as he wished, and saw He Xingjian in the state of an apprentice.

The previous upgrade of the master-disciple system was just enough to be tested on the second apprentice.

"Xiao He, today you can be considered as a formal apprentice, and the previous guidance to you also needs to be changed."

Zhang Yong looks like a senior, but He Xingjian is very fond of this now.

"Master, just say what you want."

Zhang Yong glanced at the upgraded master-disciple system.

"Let's start with the Da Ri Zhen Jue."

(End of this chapter)